The desperate mental untangling from the stickiness had become my own sealing wax and throughout all this time, I used whatever perspective, or thought, or action as an exit point. But each one was an illusion and I’d sink into the fight again and again.
It was the crack of the whip, long coming in its furious arc, that did it. Perhaps I had perceived that sound before but it was simply an echo of things to come. Its snap across my heart left a sting that sizzled down my body. With clarity presented, I knew that it was time to change.
So, here I am,
hoping that trusting my intuition. Believing myself. Listening to the voice of conviction. Surrounded by my own cheering section.
It yells, it whoops and bounces around, “You got this!” And I do.
I choose differently.
I have changed my mind.